Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Chapter 109 Damn it

The oldest child in the group of children is called Bingzi, and he is the king of the group.

Bingzi looked jealously at the white mink coat hidden in the little beggar's arms.

How could a little beggar have such a nice coat?

And it's obviously worth a lot of money at first glance.

If I sell it to a pawnshop, I will definitely be able to get a lot of money.

Bingzi looked at the little beggar viciously and was determined to find a way to snatch the valuable coat.

He stepped forward and pulled at the white mink coat, threateningly saying:

"Give me your coat, you thief, or we'll take you to the authorities."

"Give it to me quickly!"

The little beggar was very strong and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't snatch the cake from him.

He frowned and shouted behind him: "What are you guys standing there for? Come and help me."

A group of children rushed forward and started snatching the things.

The stalemate lasted for a long time, but even with their large numbers they were unable to snatch the coat from the little beggar's arms.

The little beggar held the white mink coat tightly under his body, raised his head, and spat viciously in Bingzi's face.

Pooh!

This is the coat his sister gave him, and no one can take it away from him.

The little beggar spoke in a sinister voice and bared his teeth viciously at the pancake.

"Go away!"

"All of you get out of here!"

With saliva sprayed all over his face, Bingzi stood there in a daze.

My mother said that the little beggars on the street were the dirtiest and most filthy creatures. If you saw them, you should avoid them, otherwise you would definitely get infected with diseases.

Bingzi hurriedly wiped the saliva off his face with his sleeve, feeling extremely disgusted.

At this moment, Bingzi's expression was broken. He was very afraid of being infected with the disease by this dirty little beggar.

He collapsed and yelled, "Ahhhhh, you dirty thing, how dare you spit at me, I'm going to beat you to death"

Bingzi was furious. He picked up a stone nearby and smashed it fiercely on the beggar's head.

"Go to hell!"

The hard stone hit the little beggar's forehead directly. In an instant, red liquid flowed down his forehead and all over his face.

The little beggar, his face covered in blood, stared at the cake, which made people look particularly creepy.

Bingzi, looking at this scene, felt a little panicked.

He swallowed in fear and continued to shout:

“Now you know how powerful it is, right?”

"If you know what's best for you, give us your coats."

"Otherwise...we'll kill you!"

The warm liquid dripped down the chin and onto the white mink coat.

The clean coat was immediately stained with blood-red filth.

The little beggar's pupils dilated.

He hurriedly wiped the blood off his coat.

No.

The blood-red coat became more and more mottled the more it was wiped.

The little beggar's body began to tremble, and his eyes became red and wet.

pat.

Big tears began to fall, dripping onto the white coat.

He hasn't cried for a long, long time.

He didn't know why, but he just wanted to cry.

He hated himself for not being able to protect the thing given to him by the only person who was kind to him.

He was too weak to protect anything he cared about.

He hated this feeling.

A feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him.

Seeing the little beggar crying, Bingzi became even more arrogant.

"You little bastard, are you finally afraid?"

"Hahahaha, you're such a loser. I haven't done anything to you yet and you're already crying out of fear."

"It's a pity that you're a bastard that no one cares about. No one will help you even if you cry."

The children around also started shouting.

"Bastard, waste, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha, really not. How old are you? Why are you still crying?"

"Oh, oh, oh, this child without a father and a mother is so pitiful."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

boom!

The heart began to beat violently.

The Qi and blood in Dantian were running wildly, and the ancient scriptures imprisoned in the demon pill emitted a faint glow, as if trying to break through some kind of restriction.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The little beggar cried out in pain.

He knelt heavily on one knee, and the floor tiles beneath his knees split apart.

The little beggar endured the pain in his body, stared at the cake with cold eyes, and said word by word:

"You soiled the clothes my sister gave me."

"So, you deserve to die!"

"Damn it!"

The pale little face made the already gloomy little beggar look even more creepy.

"Tsk, I deserve to die?"

Bingzi sneered.

He didn't know that his death was approaching.